VIII 



THE TRAVELS OF THE BOBOLINK 



THE Bobolink has come! What welcome 

 news this is to the bird-lover! Once 

 more the meadows will ring with his wild, tink- 

 ling, rollicking song. From a perch, or on flut- 

 tering wings in the air, he pours out his "mad 

 music." When he begins to sing it seems im- 

 possible for him to stop until, like a music box, 

 he has run down. A little rest, and he seems 

 wound up again and ready to repeat the melody 

 which has won him a place among our best song- 

 sters. 



It is the first week in May and we have been 

 expecting this black and buff musician of the 

 pastures. He is as much a part of spring as the 

 wild flowers or apple blossoms. We know al- 

 most to a day when he will come; just as we 

 know when they will bloom. 



The flowers and the trees have not left us. 

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